Chapter 886: Pressing Forward

Inside the hall, golden lightning raged through the ruins.

Yasuo's figure vanished from everyone's sight, replaced by lightning interweaving across the sky.

Under the passive enhancement of "Enlightened Sword Heart", his agility attribute of over thirty thousand instantly tripled.

Bruce Wayne stood at the elevator entrance trying to catch Yasuo's movements, but all he could see were the residual golden sword marks in the air and the continuous sonic booms.

"Too fast… This speed is simply not something a human can possess!" Bruce Wayne broke out in cold sweat.

If the swordsman in black had used this speed to kill him just now, he wouldn't even have had time to react.

In the center of the arena, Fol Edman likewise fell into a passive state.

Although he was an SS-Rank Expert who shook the Free Federation, in the face of Yasuo's extreme speed, his proud combat skills completely lost their effect, unable to touch Yasuo by even a fraction.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The ringing of swords was endless, and the longsword in Yasuo's hand, carrying the power of thunder, poured onto Edman's stalwart body.

Every single sword strike accurately hit the vital points: neck, heart, joints.

Instantly cutting Edman's body into pieces.

However, from the wounds slashed by the longsword on Edman, what flowed out was not blood, but viscous grayish-brown mud.

The mud wriggled and intertwined the instant the wounds split open, and in the blink of an eye, the bone-deep fatal wounds completely recovered as before, leaving not even a trace of a scar.

Yasuo's figure paused in mid-air, turning into an electric light once again, and a "Thunderous Strike" fiercely slashed onto Edman's chest.

The thunder blew a large hole in Edman's chest, but the next second, the surrounding mud quickly surged in, filling the wound again.

This guy naturally countered physical-type Professionals.

For a swordsman like Yasuo who relied purely on physical burst and thunder damage, Edman's infinite healing ability was extremely tricky.

As long as he couldn't be completely obliterated with a single strike, he could undergo Rebirth infinitely.

"Hahaha! Why did you stop? Continue!"

Edman stood in place, letting Yasuo's blade leave countless wounds on his body, a sneer appearing on his face.

He patted his intact chest, looking disdainfully at Yasuo, who had revealed his figure in mid-air.

"What's the use of being fast? So what if you're an SS-Rank Expert?" Edman sneered, his tone filled with condescending arrogance.

"Your pitiful physical damage can't break my defense at all! In front of my muddy body, you're just like a buzzing fly; aside from scratching an itch for me, what else can you do?"

Facing the taunt, Yasuo didn't talk nonsense, and the longsword in his hand was raised once again, thunder gathering on the blade.

"It seems you still refuse to give up." Edman twisted his neck. "Since you aren't willing to obediently accept death like a rat, I'll let you experience what true despair is!"

"Mud Domain, open!"

Accompanied by a wild roar, a grayish-brown energy erupted from Edman's body, instantly sweeping across the entire first-floor lobby.

The originally hard marble floor, the wreckage of Roman pillars, and even the dust in the air were all assimilated the moment they came into contact with the energy.

With a "gurgling" sound, the ground beneath Yasuo's feet rapidly softened, turning into a bottomless quagmire in the blink of an eye.

As soon as Yasuo landed, his feet sank deeply into it.

Inside the quagmire, it was as if invisible tentacles tightly wrapped around his ankles, and the viscous mud, carrying extremely strong corrosiveness and adsorption, continuously pulled him downward.

The mana value in Yasuo's body surged wildly, attempting to activate "Lightning Phantom Body" or "Seal of the Thunder God" to break free.

However, when he activated his skills, he discovered that this quagmire not only imprisoned his Physical Body, but even the surrounding spatial coordinates and the Law of Thunder were disrupted.

The skills were like clay oxen entering the sea, completely unable to be released.

He wanted to forcibly pull out his legs, but the more he struggled, the greater the suction of the quagmire became, trapping him tightly and leaving him unable to move.

Seeing this scene, the arrogance on Edman's face grew even thicker.

Taking heavy steps, he walked in front of Yasuo as if walking on flat ground over the quagmire, looking down condescendingly at the continuously sinking swordsman.

"It looks like although you luckily reached the threshold of an SS-Rank Expert, you haven't comprehended your own Domain yet."

Edman shook his head, his tone filled with pity and mockery: "An SS-Rank Expert without a Domain is nothing more than trash with empty panel attributes. In my Domain, I am the absolute Dominator; your speed, your thunder, are all jokes!"

"Then I'm sorry, sink under my quagmire and turn into nourishment for this territory of mine!"

As the voice fell, the swallowing speed of the quagmire abruptly accelerated.

In the distance, Eliza, who was not affected by the quagmire due to Zhou Huai's protection, was anxiously watching this scene.

Although she was only a high-tier Professional, she deeply understood the terror of a Domain.

In the Free Federation, Edman was known as the "Quagmire Tyrant", relying on this almost unsolvable Domain.

Once trapped, if an SS-Rank Expert of the same level could not use their own Domain to counter it, they would only have a dead end.

Watching Yasuo being swallowed by the quagmire up to more than half of his body, Eliza was sweating profusely with anxiety.

She turned to look at Zhou Huai beside her, who still had his hands in his pockets and a calm expression, her voice trembling: "Sir! Your subordinate doesn't seem to be Edman's match; he has been completely trapped by the Domain! If this goes on, he will be swallowed. Are you not considering saving him?"

In Eliza's view, since this mysterious gentleman could casually summon two terrifying experts, his own strength must be unfathomable.

As long as he was willing to make a move, he would definitely break the stalemate.

However, facing Eliza's plea for help, Zhou Huai just sat on the sofa, picked up the red wine on the coffee table, gently swirled it, and calmly waved his hand.

"It's still early."

Zhou Huai took a sip of the red wine, watching Yasuo who was about to be completely swallowed in the quagmire, "The more it's this kind of time, the more his potential can be stimulated."

Eliza was stunned.

The man was almost drowned by the quagmire, yet he was still talking about potential?

Just as the two were talking, the mud in the center of the hall continuously rolled and climbed, gradually swallowing Yasuo's waist, chest, and shoulders.

Finally, accompanied by a muffled "gurgle" sound, the grayish-brown quagmire completely swallowed Yasuo's head.

Inside the hall, only a patch of mud was slowly wriggling, and the figure of the swordsman in black could no longer be seen.

"Hahaha! It's over!" Edman laughed to the sky, turning to look at Zhou Huai with a provocative gaze.

At this moment, deep inside the bottomless quagmire.

Yasuo closed his eyes tightly; all around him was suffocating darkness and a sense of compression.

The corrosive power of the mud was constantly eroding his "Thunder God Armor", and his HP continued to drop.

If it were a normal Professional, facing this kind of death threat, they would instinctively feel fear and panic.

But Yasuo was different.

The more it was a life-or-death desperate situation, the calmer the smart core ai 2.0 System inside him became.

There was no fear and despair, only rational logical deduction.

In the darkness, countless images flashed through Yasuo's mind.

From the moment he was summoned, every sword swing and slash was rapidly replayed in the database.

His sword was fast enough, and the thunder was fierce enough.

But why was he trapped here? Why couldn't he cut through this quagmire?

The smart core ai 2.0 was rapidly calculating the underlying logic of the Dao of the sword.

What is the essence of the sword?

Is it sharpness? Is it speed? Or is it power?

None of them.

The essence of the sword is will. It is an unflinching will that shatters all bindings.